Page 12 of Pity the Living, Not the Dead

Liam:Miraculously,I’m doing better, thank you. Were you really here last night or was I hallucinating?

I laughed.

Me:I was there, love. Do not worry, though, no one saw me. Would it be too forward of me to ask to see you tonight?

Liam:You really can’t get sick?

Leave it to him to be more worried about me than himself.

Me:I really can’t get sick.

Liam:Pick me up at the sawmill in a half hour, okay?

Me:I’ll be there in ten.

Liam was already there when I pulled up. He hopped inside as soon as I shifted into park. “Liam, love, you’re still very pale. Are you sure you are all right?”

“I’m better, thanks. Was probably just a 24-hour flu bug.” His next words surprised me. “Can we go back to your place?”

“Yes, love. Only if you are one hundred percent sure?”

“I’m sure.”

During the drive, he proceeded to tell me how Olivia had come over to care for him. Her kind heart had me adding her to the growing mental list of those I wanted to ensure were protected and cared for. I hoped to one day meet this wonderful woman.

“Would you like something to eat?” I asked Liam as we entered the kitchen. I still had plenty of leftovers in the fridge, plus I had stocked it so there were other things here for him. Forward wishful thinking on my behalf. The growing need for Liam to be by my side, selfish as that may sound, had reached epic proportions. I needed to mate and mark him as mine.

“No thanks, I ate earlier,” he replied, taking a seat on the couch.

“Liam, please tell me what you’re thinking. How you feel about us. I know this is fast, but I don’t want to be without you,” I said, knowing my weighted words were a lot to absorb. This hold he had on me was almost painful. Was that how the gods meant for it to be? Was this discomfort part of the mating?

“I can’t deny I feel the pull as you do, but I’m scared. Does that make sense?” Liam asked me as I sat beside him, pulling him down with me. I needed to hold him, feel him in my arms.

I nodded, running my fingers through his hair as he laid his head on my chest. “Yes, love. That makes perfect sense. But I want you to be mine.”

“I honestly think you had me the first night we met.” He smiled up at me as I leaned down and pressed my lips to his.

“I feel the same way.”

Our soft kisses heated in no time. I craved Liam like the blood I drained from unsuspecting fools to survive. This primal urge to mate was new and terrifying, but I could no longer physically deny it. “Liam,” I panted, scooping him up and darting upstairs. Turning back the covers single-handedly, I laid him atop my bed. “God, I love seeing you here.”

He shyly smiled. “I think we both have too many clothes on.” Liam blushed at his own words.

I reached for his shirt. “May I?”

“Please.”

I made quick work of discarding our clothing and slid in bed beside him. “Liam, you’re so beautiful. I’m thankful the fates aligned our paths.”

“Can I?” He reached out, only to retract his hands quickly.

“Liam, I am yours to do with as you please,” I said, and I meant every word.

Lying back, I allowed him to trace my body inch by inch. This was new to him, and he had to find his way, needed to discover my likes and dislikes as much as we both would uncover his. Liam’s fingers slid through the light smattering of chest hair I had as they trailed lower. My cock bobbed in response to his touch, longing to have him wrap his nimble hand around it. Sure, he would fumble at first, though soon enough he would find his groove and together we would move as one. I inhaled sharply when his fingertip grazed the head of my cock and slid across the slit.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

“It’s more than okay. Liam, Ineedyou to touch me. Please?” Oh, how the tables had turned, and I had become the needy one. Longing for Liam’s touch.

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